"Boom!"

The gate of the courtyard was kicked open, and the fragile wooden gate collapsed directly on the bluestone slab in the yard.

The fluttering dust suddenly appeared in front of him.

The dust was so thick that it was covered in the air all at once.

The people outside the door couldn't see the scene in the courtyard clearly.

The people in the courtyard couldn't see the situation outside the door.

But both sides will keep their eyes on the dust, and when the dust clears, they will be able to see each other's appearance.

It didn't take long for the dust to fade away.

The honest swordsman who sharpened his sword looked out the door, and there were five people outside the door.

The swordsman's eyesight was excellent, and he saw that four of them were wearing black robes embroidered with white tiger motifs.

The fifth person was also wearing a black robe, but the robe was embroidered with the pattern of a green dragon.

It should be a disciple of the White Tiger Hall and the Blue Dragon Hall.

The swordsman was surprised, didn't the disciples of the White Tiger Hall and the Blue Dragon Hall know that this courtyard was rented by him?

Could it be that Shan Xiongxing sent him to find fault?

The swordsman's eyes narrowed, and there was already anger in his eyes.

At this time, the disciples of the White Tiger Hall and the Blue Dragon Hall bowed down at Song Zhong.

The five disciples said in unison: "I have seen Senior Brother Song in the funeral hall. ”

Song Zhong sneered: "Is this how you came to say hello to senior brother?"

Pointing to the two wooden doors on the bluestone pavement, the swordsman's voice was cold and emotionless.

In the White Tiger Hall, a relatively tall disciple stood up.

The disciple walked into the courtyard and bowed to Song Zhong again.

"Senior Brother Song, let's not hide it, we are all here to find fault. ”

"Hehehe, I thought that in this holy sect, I was already the most arrogant person, but I didn't expect that there were people who were more arrogant than me, I admire you very much, I hope you don't die later. ”

"Senior Brother Song, rest assured, the disciples of the White Tiger Hall will not have too bad physical fitness. I have admired Senior Brother Song's name for a long time, and I came to ask for advice today, hoping that Senior Brother Song will not keep his hands, today I will either kill you or you will kill me. ”

"That's fine, that's fine. ”

The swordsman was angry in his heart, but his face was as calm as snow.

At this time, the relatively tall disciple of the White Tiger Hall said: "Wu Meng of the White Tiger Hall, come to the battle post to Senior Brother Song of the Burial Hall, as soon as the battle post comes out, it doesn't matter if you live or die!"

"Okay, I'm going to take your challenge next. ”

"Please give me advice from Senior Brother Song!"

Wu Meng put on a posture, and the momentum on his whole body exploded.

Wu Meng is a second-rate martial artist, his martial arts are quite solid, especially known for his boxing skills, and he is also somewhat famous in the White Tiger Hall.

Song Zhong carried his sword and waited for Wu Meng's attack.

Wu Meng shouted, his body quickly stepped forward, and waved his fist to greet him.

Song Zhong's eyes were sharp, and he saw the flaws on Wu Meng's body at a glance, and he pointed out lightly.

"Defeat!"

The index finger poked Wu Meng's armpit, Wu Meng's armpit hurt, and he immediately felt his entire arm tremble.

"Ahem!"

Taking a few steps back, Wu Meng's eyes showed horror.

How could Song Zhong be so strong!

is also a second-rate realm, but it can't stop Song Zhong's finger!

Song Zhong is a master of swordsmanship.

Song finally did not come out with a sharp sword, and he was defeated with just one point.

Without giving time for Wu Meng to think nonsense, Song Zhong rushed forward with an arrow step and slapped out, hitting Wu Meng in the chest.

The huge force impacted Wu Meng's chest, as well as the internal organs, and with a "poof", Wu Meng's whole person flew out upside down.

The three White Tiger Hall disciples and one Blue Dragon Hall disciple saw that they were clearly distinguished, and immediately gave Wu Meng a way, and Wu Meng fell outside the gate.

The four disciples looked at each other, and among them, the disciple of the White Tiger Hall also spoke: "Senior Brother Wu, don't worry, I will avenge you for the brotherhood next." ”

Song Zhong frowned and sighed, "Why do you bother?"

"Senior Brother Song, we have no intention of being an enemy of you, but we just have to do it, I hope that Senior Brother Song will take over the next move, and we won't be beaten to death. ”

"Don't talk nonsense, you guys go up together, I don't have time to waste with you. ”

Although Song Zhong's tone was indifferent, it still made the four people present feel extremely arrogant.

However, Song eventually has arrogant capital.

With one enemy and nine, he destroyed Qin's million family, slaughtered Heifeng Village, and killed nineteen people in the Zhangjing Division.

Song Zhong's deeds are too crazy to be believed.

But these things did happen.

They became the glory of the end of the Song Dynasty.

It also lays a solid foundation for the name of "one sword to the end".

Song Zhong is indeed qualified to be arrogant.

"In that case, don't blame me for the offense!"

Four disciples, each showing their magical powers.

They all shouted in unison, and their faces were full of endless fighting spirit.

Draw the sword, the sword light is shining, and the sword flower is gorgeous.

Wielding a knife, the knife is domineering, and the knife is fierce.

Dancing guns, guns are vertical and horizontal, and guns are mighty.

Sticks, long sticks run like poisonous snakes.

The four disciples showed their housekeeping skills one after another.

In the face of a strong person like Song Zhong, if he didn't show all his strength at the beginning, there would be no follow-up.

One move, the winner will be decided!

Song Zhong stood in place, facing the moves of the four people without retreating or evading.

"Good, good, good, good come. ”

Suddenly, Song Zhong stretched out his finger and flicked it lightly, flicking it on the sword body of the disciple of the White Tiger Hall, the sword body trembled, bent into a crescent moon shape, and then uncontrollably came out of his hand.

"Your sword grip is not steady enough, and you have to practice for another three years. ”

The heart of the disciple of the sword is like ashes.

Then, Song Zhong shook his head and slapped the White Tiger Hall disciple who was wielding the long knife.

"Your knife is too slow, how can you kill if you are not fast enough. ”

The disciple who made the knife received a slap, and his body retreated again and again, and his qi and blood surged, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

At this time, Song Zhong stepped forward, clamped the attacking spear between his feet, and suddenly exerted force in his feet, and the spear actually broke!

The tip of the gun falls to the ground and separates from the barrel.

"Your gun is too brittle!

The disciple of the spear suffers a blow, and his favorite spear is directly broken here!

"Poof. ”

Sitting on the ground, the disciple of the gun lost his soul.

And the stick of the disciple of the Qinglong Hall, Song Zhong ignored it.

Let the stick fall on your shoulders!

"Smack!"

The stick smashed down hard, and he tried his best, but he couldn't directly defeat Song Zhong.

Song Zhong not only did not get hurt, but showed a painless expression.

It didn't work!

Even if the offensive had already fallen on Song Zhong's body, it still couldn't hurt him.

Song Zhong smiled and said, "Your stick technique is okay, but you still need to practice more." ”

Song Zhong's other hand stretched out and held the long stick.

The disciple of the Qinglong Hall was immediately extremely surprised, and he clearly felt that Song Zhong was pulling the long stick.

Just holding the long stick with both hands, he can't let Song finally take away the long stick as he wishes!

It's a pity that his strength is incomparably small in front of Song Zhong!

"Your strength is too weak, the martial artist who practices the stick should practice his strength first, only when the strength comes up, can he better control the stick, and if the strength is not enough, it is just a fancy trick to deceive people. ”

Song finally grabbed the long stick in his hand and gently knocked the long stick to the ground.

"Boom!"

When the stick was knocked down, cracks appeared on the bluestone pavement in the yard.

Terrible!

With a slight force, the bluestone pavement can be cracked, if you exert all your strength, what should you do?

The four of them couldn't imagine how terrible Song ended be.

Song Zhong asked, "How is it? Do you want to continue to do it?"

"As soon as the battle post comes out, no matter life or death!"

The eyes of the four of them once again shone brightly.

Song Zhong sneered, put away his sword, and "the breeze blows the willows" out, and the figure wandered between the four of them in an instant.

"Knock knock!"

Only four muffled sounds were heard, and the four of them had fallen outside the courtyard gate in unison.

Song Zhong turned around, ready to continue sharpening his sword.

Suddenly, there was another voice outside the door.

"The disciples of the White Tiger Hall came to ask Senior Brother Song for advice, and asked Senior Brother Song to give him advice!"

"The disciples of the White Tiger Hall came to ask Senior Brother Song for advice, and asked Senior Brother Song to give him advice!"

"The disciples of the White Tiger Hall came to ask Senior Brother Song for advice, and asked Senior Brother Song to give him advice!"